“Hello”-A Love Poem

His voice was full of gravel,

like the years had taken their toll

the funny thing though,

is he wasn’t that old,

he was in love with a gypsy woman

with a heart of gold & eyes black as coal

He stood in her doorway, shaking off bitter

winter cold, then he pulled a ring from

inside his old coat pocket folds

He said he’d “be the happiest man alive”

if he had her forever to hold

She smiled wide and she said “yes”,

her deep dark eyes glowed,

she said “you’ve had me for so long,

almost since the day you said “hello”

By: J.N.R Dutton

Time After Time

A poet in simple clothes, you could pass him right by

without a second glance, and never think twice

but if he opened his mouth and began reciting rhyme

It’d stop you in your track, time after time

Whether on a street corner, or some place more refined

He’d pour out his soul, line after line

He’d rhyme of sweet Love, and beauty that shines

and so many other things that dance in his mind

By: J.N.R Dutton

Julie & Jack

Julie ran into Jack today,

outside a small cafe

long ago she’d moved away,

something they’d both hated

but now she was back again

There was a time,

they both remembered when

they were inseparable,

the best of friends

As they looked into each others faces

there were things there time can’t erase

Like the bright shining light of Love

that never faded

By: J.N.R Dutton

Like She Did Back Then

She cries her tears in secret each night

thinking back on another time

when she was one of

the greatest joys of his life

she’s at a loss now, so confused

these days their lives seem so out of tune

with each other….and she’s gotten

to thinking, about what she’d do,

what she’d give

to light up his world like that again

like she did back then

By: J.N.R Dutton

Whatever It Takes (Poetic Story)

An old man with a wandering glow in his eye, looks deep into the eyes of his still loving wife. Have they been together 40 years, or is it 45? He can’t remember most of the time.

His mind has crippled with age. It’s often like a book that someone’s taken and blurred out or crumpled the pages, but she’s still grateful for the days, when his memory finds it’s way back on occasion, and he smiles at her in sweet recognition.

As is true Love’s fashion, with all her heart & zealous passion, she says “he’s my other half whom I’ll never forsake, in sickness & health was the promise I made, and I’ll keep that promise to our dying days, come whatever may, whatever it takes.”

By: J.N.R Dutton